But A Breeze

What am I but a breeze?

Flowing in whatever direction pleads.

I have no opinion, no will of my own,

Despite that, I am mortified of being alone.

Am I anything but a breeze?

Lighter than dew, weak as can be.

Ask of my passions, I will not know,

They would be to your accord, though.

What am I but a breeze?

Mirroring your inner seas.

Somehow changing tides, from ice to fire.

I’m swept away, your waves getting higher.

What could I even be, but a breeze?

A vessel of no identity with no expertise.

I have no wants, needs nor opinion.

An obedient breeze, a model citizen.

What am I but a breeze?

Always seeking to appease.

Regardless, labelled a mediator.

Calming the upset and humiliator.

What was I before, but a breeze?

One who does not please?

One who lives life as desired.

One who people somehow admired.

Why am I nothing but a breeze?

Blowing aimlessly, worth no degrees.

Where do I go, no path to pursue?

Lost and adrift, declared taboo.

Who taught me to be nothing a breeze?

Stripped of my wings, stripped of the keys?

Why need I be lifeless, devoid of worth,

If my existence doesn’t bring everyone mirth?

Why must I be nothing but a breeze?

Flowing in every direction, rustling the trees?

Everyone else stands tall, rigid and grounded.

Why is my identity then simply unbounded?

Could I be something but a breeze?

A force of nature, one who achieves?

Could I stand solid, unmoving for another?

Or love myself in every waking hour?

I plead to myself, be anything but a breeze.

For always flowing creates only unease.

I yearn of being myself and nothing more,

Loved and confident without a social score.

Yet, I continue to be but a breeze,

Whose sole existence is made to please.

My life will continue within a comfort zone.

Only that of others, never my own.

I am nothing more but a breeze.

My quest for identity has come to a seize.

My identity lost, no chance to hone,

Surviving for others, an entity of a clone.